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tteokdoroki · 2 years ago

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— overstimulation + seishiro nagi.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, minors dni 18+, characters aged up to 20s, male masturbation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, big cum shots, fantasies, aftercare, afab!reader, pro player!nagi - hello id like to thank @irideaels for letting me rant abt this a few days ago so !!!! enjoy !!! + not beta read btw lol

oh because �� nagi who cums until he physically can’t anymore when he’s jerking off.

one hand tweaking his nipples from under his tight black shirt he couldn’t be bothered to shrug off and the other fisting his cock glossed in layers of hot cum and precum — soiling the palm of his hand with its viscosity.

seishiro’s cheeks tint pink with exertion, sweat beading at his hairline like jewels on a necklace as his back arches off the bed and his hips rise with fluid and steady thrusts into his closed fist. he only works hard for things that he wants, and what he wants is an orgasm. more than one. poor sei, all frustrated because he won’t stop until he’s satisfied or until the burn of frustration from not having you with him ceases to exist.

he tucks his face into his shoulder, lips pouty and bitten until they’re a shade darker than the pink that they usually are — nagi running his thumb back and forth, back and forth through the seedy tip of his angry red cockhead just like you would. it’s a nice feeling, especially when he’s so sensitive. it makes his eyelashes flutter against his shirt and an impatient whine reverberate in the depths of his throat because he needs you, he misses you.

everything is too hot, his dick between his stick and shiny cum covered thighs. nagi’s skin to the touch. the sex tainted air in the room. in order to cool off, sei takes his shirt between rows of pearly white teeth that are gritted to hold his moans and if he closes his eyes tight enough — he can use the wet slap of his hand around his aching, twitching cock to picture you above him and riding him the way he likes..

he imagines the squelch of your precious cunt around him, squeezing himself like you would when you sink down on his thick and lengthy shaft — he starts slow and lazy but the more nagi pictures you bouncing away in his lap, circling your clit to the pace of his whimpers and whines the more he speeds up. mercilessly pounding his own fist, sending droplets of his precum and remainders of his precious orgasms flying about the place and messing up his sheets.

“ngh…hah, angel please. please.” he gasps airily to no one in particular — using the veil of the darkness surrounding him to picture you better. there’s a blistering burn in seishiro’s lower spine like he’s about to bust again and his thighs twitch apart on instinct as if to make room for it all, his second hand shooting between them to squeeze and tug on his large breeder’s balls. he wants you so bad, it makes him cry as he rolls his hips higher and higher. “g’na make me cum. w’na cum…please!”

nagi whispers your name into the night, his hips stuttering as the chord holding back his release snaps in his lower tummy. greyish-brownish eyes roll back into his skull as he helplessly drools from his babbling mouth. one, two, three — he gives a few more shallow pumps to his sore cock, ropes of hot white shooting over his glistening abs and milky chest, seeping into his salt slicked skin. nagi is dizzy, he’s cum, what? three or four times now? he’s lost count, he’s too tired but it’s still not enough to get rid of the white hot need he feels for you.

there’s mess upon mess as seishiro starts himself up again — languidly jerking off with his movements easily guided by the slickness of his last orgasm as lube. this time he thinks of you cleaning him up, sucking bruising marks against the creamy flesh of his thick thighs where only he can see them. you’d kitten lick your way up his cock, take him into your warm pretty mouth and suck on him like your life depends on it.

he can practically hear the way you’d gag on it, spit on it, palm what you can’t swallow down with your dainty little fingers while you moan around him. it drives nagi up the wall. he’s blushing and crying, stroking himself hard and fast and he feels like his hand might drop off — but he’s almost there. dopamine shoots across his brain as sei imagines you taking his release down your throat, how you’d whine around him, complain about just how much he cums even though you both know that you like it.

without realising, his fingers speed up again — thumb circling his tip in tight movements. he switches to using both hands instead of just one, wildly fucking up into his make-shift pussy as if it were yours or your mouth. hot tears sting a path down seishiro’s cheeks in exhaustion and frustration, but this’ll be it. this will be the one to sedate his hunger.

“oh fuck,” nagi’s shakily chokes back a sob, clenching around his own chubby cock, wetting his lips, writhing against the wet bed sheets and blankets below. “oh angel! hah, hah, haaaah!” his hips have a mind of their own while they desperately chase after his high like he would after a goal on the pitch and before nagi knows it. he’s cumming once again. blinding ecstasy rolls over his body in large waves, drowning him, suffocating him. he feels like he can’t breathe as if you’ve stolen all the air from his lungs. blood rushes through sei’s ears and wracks his entire body in a fit of the shakes.

he cums so hard, brilliantly and beautifully — his large cum shot hitting his face and dropping down to his heaving chest while he pants and comes back down. he knows he won’t be able to stay conscious for much longer, blindly reaching for his phone with messy hands to snap pictures of his ruined cock and pink flushed face to send to you.

sei baby ♡ - 10:45PM: came so much 4 u angel. come home soon

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in fact, nagi’s orgasm and the aftershocks of it are is so big that he quite literally passes out after messaging you, giving into his tiredness. finally being able to relax.

and when he comes to, you’re there, dressed in his clothes — cleaning up nagi’s sensitive spots and all his mess with a damp wash cloth so tenderly, a proud smile on your face as you brush back his sweaty and snowy white hair. “you did so well for me, sei,” you whisper, kissing his tear stained cheeks as if he might shatter if you do. “go back to sleep.”

“mngh… thank you, love you angel…” he manages before drifting off.

“love you too, my handsome boy.”

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xiihyunn · 2 years ago

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My Confession (18+)

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

warning: christian hypocrisy, religious rebellion, semi-public sex, semi-exhibition, crying, choking, toys, ropes, overstimulation, mommy kink, fingering, spanking, biting/marking, spitting, strap-on, slapping, rough sex, pee, and vibrator.

ⓘ slow burn

summary: — wherein before you take your vows to officially become a nun, you need to confess all your sins to the priest. but what happens if all your sins were unforgivable?

> masterlist

word count: 6.3k

a/n: it might be a bit bad tbh. overall this was the 1st smut that i wrote, and send me some smut requests.

oh btw, men and minors get the fuck out of my blog. ty

Jenna's POV

It was around 11 pm when I finally arrived at my destination, a small village with only at least 2 thousand population max. I got off my motorcycle and tied up my hair, rolled up my sleeves, and wore the crucifix necklace I had.

I grabbed my suitcase and began walking to a certain house, though this area was foreign to me, I was called multiple times because of a demon possessing a boy.

I was the 1st female exorcist in the church, since the Vatican was obviously misogynistic. They argued whether or not to make me an exorcist or just a demonologist with psychic abilities, in the end, the ministers couldn't deny that my abilities were way beyond what they already had.

Making me an exorcist was the best decision they could make. Hence they didn't regret how I successfully exorcized nearly 167 demons in a span of 5 years.

But that doesn't mean I get to get away with everything I'll be doing, even though I was heavily favored by the church herself.

"That's a beautiful pig." I said to a guy I paid to bring it. He chuckled and drank a bottle of beer, "Only the best, Father." he groggily said.

I was a female yes, but the ministers ordered me to be addressed as Father Ortega, to... continue the culture.

I opened the door to a small house, only one light was on and the rest of the light I saw was from the lit candles. The room felt uneasy and quiet.

"This way, Father." A fellow priest said, leading me to the dining room where a small girl, her mom, and her dad were sitting and looking at me. I placed my suitcase on the table nearby and the priest filled me in on what happened to the possessed boy.

"The boy is showing all the classical signs of possession, Father Ortega," the priest said, panicking and beads of sweat dripping down his face. "Has the family consulted a doctor?" I asked, looking at the people at the dining table.

"Many, many doctors." The priest sounded persistent that this was much more serious than we expected. "What are the signs of possession?" I said as I grabbed his shoulder and looked at him. "He converses in English, Father." He was shaking and before I could answer, a noise was heard on the door near the dining room.

I looked at the door, "Has he spoken English before?" I asked, not breaking my gaze on the door. "Never. Not even before." he said. "Do they own a television?" I asked. "Y-yes, I believe so." He stuttered as he looked around.

I breathed out and patted his shoulder, "Okay, thank you." He nodded at me and I went over to the girl sitting on the chair, and drawing something on the table. "Hey there, do you mind telling me what are you drawing?" I looked over at her shoulder trying to look at the picture.

"A bird," The kid said, I hummed and sat next to her. "Really? That's good, kid." I grabbed the match laying on the table, and lit it. "I have a very important job for you," I lit up the candle in front of her.

She looked at me and nodded slowly, "Do you know 'Our Father' ?" I asked. "Yes Father," She replied. "Good." As I blow out the burning match. "You can help your brother, and repeat 'Our Father, over and over. Don't get distracted. Relentless. Understood?" I said as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled faintly, "Yes, Father."

"Good." Then we proceed to recite it together.

After we were done, I told the priest to come over. "Bring me the pig." I told him. He nodded fastly and left the house, then screaming from the door followed.

—

I opened the door, and was greeted by a young man tied up to his bed, grunting, screaming, and growling all at once. His eyes were red and so was the flesh near them.

He was filled with sweat and was moving around, trying to break free from the ropes. I made the sign of the cross, then placed my suitcase on the desk. I was opening it when he suddenly spoke.

"I am Legion,"

And clicking sounds were heard from his mouth. I looked at him weirdly.

"What is this? The Last of Us?" I thought to myself.

"I am Satan," He said again as his eyes rolled back to his head.

"I am foul-mouthed Behemoth."

I smirked at this phase and sat on the chair near him, I wiped the Totem of the Vatican symbol using my shirt and faced him.

"It's difficult to believe." I said blatantly. His head stood up in an instant and looked at me, looking mad.

"You doubt me?"

"If you are Satan, what is my name?" I asked the demon. He sat up and tried to get near my face, but the ropes were keeping him in place.

He growled at me, "I won't say shit to a dickless whore." He laughed while looking into my eyes. "I know what you are Sister, you and me, we're the same."

Tugging his hands from time to time, he never stopped looking at me. "Foul-mouthed indeed." I raised both of my brows at him. "Describe hell," I challenged him.

He laughed maniacally, throwing his head up, and continued laughing. He stopped abruptly, snapped his head back looked at me, and said, "You will find out soon eno-"

"Are you avoiding my question?" I stopped him, he lunged at me, or at least tried to.

"YOU MOCK ME!?"

His voice was disoriented and rough. Before he could say anything more, I showed him my Totem.

He went back for a bit and his face scrunched in fear. He stared at it intensely as I moved the Totem side by side, and his eyes followed it.

"Answer me, Satan." I ordered him. "Why possess this boy? Why not someone more influential?" I stared at him. He tilted his neck at a 90-degree angle, making a snapping noise.

He kept moving his head and said slowly,

"I can possess anyone I choose." Desperate for me to believe him, he was acting like a kid who was telling his mom that he had superpowers.

I lowered the Totem down and hummed then nodded sarcastically.

Just then I heard an oink behind me, "Could you possess Father Gianni?" I asked him in a questionable tone. I felt the priest nervously looking at me, scared that he'll get possessed if the demon wanted to, and me egging the demon on was making him shit his pants.

"ANYONE! ANYTHING!"

He screamed, and his spit was flying on the bed sheets. I shook my head while chuckling, "That is not the case, I do not believe you could even possess this pig."

I mocked him while looking at the pig, he started shaking his head then his whole body followed afterward. He snapped his neck to look at the pig and faced it, he kneeled on the bed and started convulsing while staring at the animal.

"Can you do it? You have the power!"

The boy growled and started screaming at the poor pig, "Could you possess the pig?" I asked him once more. His lips twitched to a smirk, "Yes, I can."

His pride was eating him, and it was eating him up good.

"Come on, Satan." I calmly said, giving him the idea that I did not believe him any second.

"WATCH ME!"

Father Gianni was looking at the boy with panic in his eyes, muttering Latin prayers quietly.

"Possess the pig. Show me you are the Prince of Darkness!"

His eyes turned white completely and kept screaming while pulling the ropes. He was almost standing and his chest was out, more growls and screams were heard as he screamed one last time.

"Have you done it, Satan? Have you possessed the pig?" I screamed at him.

"SHOW ME!"

The boy suddenly dropped back onto his bed, and I gave the signal to the man holding the pig.

A gunshot was suddenly heard and pig blood scattered all over the place. It splashed on Father Gianni's face and mine too.

"AHHHH!" The priest screamed, wiping the blood off his face. I held the boy's face and he was whimpering. "Be calm, God blesses you." I told him softly.

Father Gianni's face was in shock, looking around at what the fuck just happened.

"You can sleep now, my son. The demon has gone." His eyes were slowly forming tears, he cried in my hands as I caress his face.

"Dios está contigo"

Then he finally blacked out.

—

"How is it that I am suddenly worthy of the time and attention of all you powerful men?" I was sitting in a chair, crossing my legs and my arms looking at the 5 ministers in front of me.

"On the night of June 4th in the town of Tropea, you performed an exorcism, without the approval of the Reggio Calabria Bishop." One of the ministers said, Father Gabe, with venom and anger in his voice.

"What are you pointing at, Father?" I asked him, licking my dry lips in the process. "From Father Gianni's description, what occurred in Reggio Calabria sounded exactly like an exorcism, complete with animal sacrifice, no less."

I guess that bitch of a priest is throwing me under the bus now, knowing it was his friend's son who got possessed and asked me to perform an exorcism without the church's approval.

But I guess I was too dumb enough to agree with him.

"Yes, I performed the exorcism. So what's your point here, Father?" I was starting to get impatient, I already confessed to my 'wrongdoing, can he just tell me what he wants now?

"You addressed the subject as Satan, called him to display his power. Do you deny this?" The other ministers just listened to what Father Gabe said.

Is he fucking for real right now?

"Father Gabe, since when have I denied your statements?" I asked him, he looked furious and stood up.

"Respect your superiors, Father Ortega!" He pointed his finger at me and screamed, I scoffed at him.

"This is the work of a devil, of course I would exorcize the boy. Now tell me, what is your point?" I furrowed my brows at him and he sat back down and exhaled.

"The Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith has recommended this panel, that the position of the Chief Exorcist be formally vacated." He smirks at me, locking his hands together.

"So, what you are saying is that evil does not exist?" I asked him calmly.

"The church is under constant pressure to sharpen her relevance. It's time we move past these outdated beliefs."

"Explain to me please, Your Eminence..." He sighs in annoyance as he looks over to the other ministers. "If evil does not exist, what is the role of the church?" The other ministers look at Father Gabe, telling him to revoke his command of vacating my position.

He looks at them with a small frown on his face. He had enough and stood up again.

"I WARN YOU. I WARN YOU, FATHER ORTEGA. TO SHOW SOME RESPECT TO YOUR SUPERIORS."

I stood up, fed up with his voice and useless proposals.

"I DO! I AM THE CHIEF EXORCIST OF THE VATICAN, MY POSITION WAS APPOINTED BY MY BISHOP. MY DIOCESE IS ROME, AND MY LOCAL BISHOP IS THE POPE."

Father Gabe looked shocked by how I screamed at him, he sat back down and threw his papers on the table.

"If you have a problem with me, you talk to my boss. Okay?" I drank the coffee that they gave me in one big gulp and walked out.

—

Your POV

It was a peaceful afternoon and I was taking my daily after prayers as someone busted through my door.

"OMG Y/N! Did you hear? Father Ortega has returned!" Emma, she was my co-novitiate. I was not done with my prayer yet and continued muttering the words.

"defende nos in proelio..."

"Oh," I felt her kneeling beside me and doing the sign of the cross, joining me in my prayer. I held out my hand to her and she held it.

"contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium.,"

"Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur."

"tuque, Princeps militiae caelestis, in virtute Dei, in infernum detrude satanam aliosque spiritus malignos, qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo,"

"Amen."

We both ended the prayer of protection by Saint Michael the Archangel with the sign of the cross. We both stood up and sat on my bed, I looked at her.

"What was it again Emma?" I asked her, she had a huge smile on her face and started fanning herself. "Father Ortega is here! She's here right now in the Monastery Office!"

She told me with excitement in her voice. I giggled from what she said, "Emma, I know those thoughts are impure." I told her. Emma pouts at me and crosses her arms, "Aw c'mon, cut me some slack. I won't be able to satisfy my human desires once we take our vows tomorrow."

She laid down on my bed and sighs, "Your faith was decided the second you agreed into becoming a novitiate, so why complain?" I looked at her waiting for her answer. She frowned at me, "Aw y/n/n you're no funnnn."

I laughed at her response, "Sister Alciana is waiting for us in the garden, let's go." she groaned in annoyance and stood up. "Alright, let's go."

—

"You both will be taking your vows tomorrow, correct?" Sister Alciana was in front of us in the walk through garden, we were walking together side by side, me on her right and Emma on her left.

"Yes, Sister. Tomorrow is finally our day." Emma replied to her, she held Emma's hands and kissed them. "God will always be with you."

She lets go of her hands and holds mine next, Sister Alciana smiles at me. "Y/n, you will be a great nun that will serve the Lord Himself. Your pure soul will help the helpless, and your holiness will help and guide the unholy."

My eyes lit up by what Sister Alciana said, I felt her hands tighten on my hands and then she kissed them.

"Sister Alciana! It's been a while!" A voice was heard behind us and I saw two figures heading our way.

A man shook Sister Alciana's hands and smiled at her. "Father Oano, it truly has been a while." But I was too busy to listen in on their conversation as I spotted an all too familiar figure behind him, it was her, Father Ortega.

I looked at her and she was already looking at me with a small grin, hands in her pockets. She shamelessly took her time to check me out. I bit my lip and gave her a head nod, and she returned it back with a smile.

Sister Alciana smiled and turned to look at both of us. "Girls, this is Father Oano, a long friend of mine and the priest who will be taking your vows."

"Nice to meet you Father Oano." I stuck my arm out at him and he gave me a firm handshake, Emma did the same and we both bowed at him. "So these are the two future nuns who you told me about? It's a pleasure to meet them." He said to Sister Alciana.

"Yes, these are my two lovely girls who will soon serve the Lord." Sister Alciana smiles at him. Father Oano took something from his pocket and gave me and Emma a small box.

"This is my early present for the both of you, for sacrificing so much just to serve Him." I opened the small box and it was a rosary inside.

Wait, isn't this the Vatican's symbolic Rosary?

I heard Emma gasp, she took the Rosary off the case and held it out to the sun, the golden beads shone brightly under the light. "The Vatican's symbolic Rosary." She said, looking in disbelief.

"Thank you so much, Father Oano. This means so much to us." I told him, he looked down flustered by our thanks and shook his head. "It's no biggie girls."

"Oh my, isn't this... Father Ortega?" Sister Alciana suddenly spoke, looking behind Father Oano. Emma snapped her head at the figure behind the priest.

"Ah yes, she was once my student in my Demonology class, and now she's officially an Exorcist." Father Oano threw his arm around Father Ortega's shoulder, she laughed and nodded.

"The one and only, Sister." She gave Sister Alciana a hand shake. "Not just an Exorcist, but the Chief Exorcist of the Vatican!" Emma said she was so happy to see her, a huge smile was visible on her face.

"You all fluster me," She giggled and looked shyly on the floor. "I've heard so much about you Father Ortega." Sister Alciana locks her hands together and smiles at her.

"Good things I hope, Sister." Father Ortega scratches the back of her neck and awkwardly smiles. "It was more than good actually," Sister Alciana replied and laughed.

"You girls should be going, I have a private matter to discuss with Father Oano." Father Oano looked at Sister Alciana and nodded, they both looked a bit serious so it must be talked between the both of them.

I looked at Jenna and she looked at me, "We should go." Emma said behind me, I nodded at her, "We'll take our leave Father Oano, and Sister Alciana. We'll see you when we see you." We all took a look at each other and waved, after that, the 3 of us walked out the walk through garden.

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"Sister Y/n, I need to talk to you about a new case I'm going to be doing next week." Jenna broke the silence between us when we were already inside the Monastery, I signaled Emma to leave both of us alone and she quietly left.

"Your office?" I asked Jenna, a blush was present in her cheeks and nodded.

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Jenna opened the door to her office and we both entered the room. Once she closed the door, she walked over to me and pulled my waist to kiss me.

3rd person POV

You weren't surprised at what Jenna did, instead you held her face and kissed her back. Her arms were wrapped around your torso and kissing you passionately.

You break off the kiss and look at her, she looks absolutely stunning with her hair in a ponytail. She had a huge smile on her lips and looked at you lovingly.

She moved her face closer to you and placed her forehead against yours, you smiled widely and your eyes met her lips once more.

"I miss you so much Jenna," you whispered, she could smell your minty breath and she licked her lips. "I miss you too Y/n, It's been 3 months since I've held you this close."

You hummed and closed your eyes, enjoying your girlfriend's presence. "Your taking your vows tomorrow?" She said as she kissed my forehead and I rested my head on her neck. "Sadly, yes." I sighed and looked up at those hazel eyes.

"Don't be sad about it darling, I do need a personal nun for my exorcist." She looks down at me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear while smiling at me.

"But I can't marry you then." I wrapped my arms around her neck and played with her hair. She kissed me again and mutters,

"I don't need a paper to tell me my love for you is real."

I ran out of breath kissing her and exhaled, before I could even inhale back, she kissed me again but more deeper this time.

Her hands roaming around my lower waist and she pulls me closer to her, she bites my lip and I give out a small moan against her lips and allow her to insert her tongue inside of my mouth.

—

3rd person POV

It was the next day, you woke up completely bare and in the arms of Jenna, you slightly cough because of the dryness of your throat. "Baby?" You heard her calling you, you looked up at her while your eyes were still squinting, adjusting to the brightness of the room.

You hummed at her and further borrowed your face into her breasts, you smiled at the warmth they gave your face. You hear Jenna chuckling at you, "Time to get up, you're taking your vows today remember?"

You whined and shook your head, but it didn't take long for you to shoot up her bed and stare at her naked and hair down form, "Oh shit it's today!" She had a funny smirk on her face and sat up on the headboard, she crossed her arms and tilted her head to look at you.

"You're gonna work for me and only me darling." Jenna smirks at you, only for you to roll your eyes at her. You crawled over to her and pecked her lips.

"Oh yeah? What if we'll get a case where the profound demon knows all our secrets? It won't be so fun now, would it, Father Ortega?" She looks at your lips and grabs your neck, pulling you closer to her face.

"Then let the demon know you're all mine, Querida." Jenna was about ready to have sex with you again but you pushed her back on the headboard, "Your breath stinks Jenna, disgusting." You laughed at her and got out of bed, going into the shower.

She shook her head in disbelief and giggled. Jenna won't be able to marry you, but that doesn't mean she won't put a ring on your finger.

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Your POV

"Before I take your vows, you must confess all your sins to me first. Then after the confession, God will accept you as his bride." Father Oano told me, he gave me a white veil to put over my head.

He nodded at me and went inside the confession room, "Gather your thoughts first, and confess everything that you have sinned against the heavens, and God himself. Take your time, soon to be Sister Y/n." I felt him softly smiling at me and I breathed in and out slowly, I gave my final exhale then went inside.

It was a cold room, with dim red lights in them. I kneeled down at the pew, holding my Rosary tightly, as goosebumps were forming on my skin.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen." I did the sign of the cross and calmed my nerves down.

Beads of sweats were rolling down my face, and I gripped my Rosary.

"Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been a month since my last confession."

"Forgive me mommy, for I have been a naughty girl."

My heartbeat was beating loudly, to the point that I could hear them in my ears.

"These are my sins."

Jenna presses herself into you, her tongue deep inside your lips as you try to suppress your groans. Chest to chest, she pushed her legs in between your thighs, electing a moan from you. You break off the kiss trying to catch your breath, but she slams her lips back to where they were before.

You tilt your head to meet her kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck, she caresses your waist under your clothes using her right hand and slowly goes up to your tits.

Your soft moans were looming around in her bedroom, she trails her kisses down to your neck and collarbones, leaving small red spots along the way while playing with your boobs.

You started grinding slowly on her lap, trying to relieve some heat between your legs, Jenna undid the buttons on your clothes, not disconnecting her lips on your now wet flesh.

She unzips your long skirt, leaving you in your bra and undies. "Jump." Jenna's voice was domineering and controlling, you jump and wrap your legs around her waist as she puts you in her bed, cradling on top of you.

You tugged on her hair as she hit a particular spot on your neck, you bucked your hips along with a throaty moan as she kept assaulting that spot.

She stops and straddles you, she removes her black colored suit along with her white t-shirt and pants, leaving both of you half naked on the bed.

Jenna smirks at you below her, your half lidded eyes, you catching your breath, hair scattered along her bedsheets and the visible red marks on your neck down to your collarbones.

"My art looks beautiful," Jenna whispers, touching the marks on you. She removes your bra and sucks on your right nipple like a hungry child ready to suck her mommy dry.

Her right hand is playing with the other jugular, and you throw your head back at the pleasure. Your chest is rising up and down as you feel her right hand trailing your stomach, slowly going down to your cunt.

She bites your nipple and you slightly flinch at her teeth making contact with it. She rubs your wet cloth slit, up and down and smirks looking at you, "Look how wet you are for me sweetheart." Jenna removes your panties and settles herself between your legs.

You bit your lip and looked at her lustful eyes as she prised your legs open, revealing your drenched pussy. You wanted to keep your dignity and unconsciously tried to cover the wetness with your hands, and close your legs.

Jenna slaps your face, "Sluts like you need to know your place." She roughly pinned both of your hands above your head and opened your legs again using her other hand. You whimper at the burning feeling of her slap. But God forbid, it made you feel hotter.

"I wonder what Sister Alciana will think about you, knowing her favored novitiate is going to be fucked senseless by me." Jenna's fingers run your wet folds, her palm touching your clit from time to time. You were too focused on her fingers when you didn't notice your wrist being tied up to the headboard.

She lets go of your hands and touches your inner thighs, "So wet and hot for me baby..." Jenna mutters, she inserted two fingers inside of you, feeling the wet, tight and warm walls. You moan at her fingers and she begins moving them at a pace.

"Your cunt misses me too, how cute," Your wetness is starting to run down your ass as you breathe heavily and close your eyes, her pace wasn't enough for you and you were desperate for Jenna to ruin you. Your hips start to meet her thrust, and Jenna stops.

"Ah-ah. Only good girls get to do that, are you a good girl for me Y/n?" You opened your eyes to look at her, Jenna saw your blushing mess of a face, and you nodded.

"Y-yes Jenna, I-I've been a good girl. Please.." You begged for it, for her to corrupt your innocent soul. Jenna smirks and starts pumping her fingers inside of you fast. You were taken back but the pleasure was all you could think about.

"J-Jenna! Fuck yes!" She went down and sucked your nipples, and wet slapping noises were heard in every motion that she did. "Not my name, princess." Her palms hit your clit and you moaned further, she bit your nipple harder and you threw your head back in pleasure.

"Mommy.." Jenna looks up at you and kisses your lips, "Yes, just like that Y/n. Moan for me and only for your mommy, got it?" Jenna hit the right spot in you and you nodded your head and moaned louder. "Yes! Right t-there!" Jenna opened your legs wide, she went down and licked your clit.

Her fingers hitting the right spot over and over again, and her mouth taking good care of your clit. You bite your lip hard trying not to scream in pleasure as Jenna pounds her fingers into you.

Jenna feels you tighten around her fingers and look up at you, mouth open, eyes close and hair sticking to your face.

Was this the same person in front of Sister Alciana, Father Oano and Emma a while ago? The same person who is going to take her vows tomorrow?

Her fingers went deeper inside you as your orgasm was building up, she bit your clit and added another finger. "Cum for me, Y/n."

You moan her name one last time as your back arches and your pussy convulsing, your arousal seeping out of you as Jenna removed her fingers, and her tongue dug in your walls, lapping up all your juices impatiently.

Jenna sits up with your cum juices glistening under the light on her chin and lips, she bites her lips looking at you, your legs spread wide open and a full view of your wet cunt. She removes the clothes left behind on herself, and despite your blurry vision, you see her getting something from her drawer.

You tried to open your eyes to see what she was doing, but her fucking you after a long time of being away, you couldn't. "On your stomach." Jenna says, you tried rolling over on your stomach but you felt your lower region aching, shooting a pain to your pussy directly. You mellled on the pain and Jenna was becoming impatient.

She forced you onto your stomach and you cried in pain, "So fucking slow." She scowls, she pushed herself onto you latched her teeth on your skin, in every surface of your back, she bites and marks you everywhere. Your back is tainted with purple bruises and marks, you choke out a sob at the pain not only on your area but now also on your back.

"Devine... Now ass up, baby." You were about to put your ass up for her, but again she forcefully brought your ass up herself and you feel something hard hitting your ass checks.

You moan in pain and pleasure. With a belt on Jenna's hands she touches the red spot on your ass, lust in her eyes she brings up the belt high and spanks you with force.

You flinch hard at the impact and let out a cry. It hurts so much but feels so good, you feel yourself getting wetter, your juices running down your thighs at this point.

Jenna laughs at this sight, and a wide smirk plastered on her face. You feel a cold and hard material rubbing against your cunt as you hummed at the feeling.

Jenna aligns the tip of her strap on your entrance, coating the plastic dick with your slick. She grabs the base of the toy and thrusts her cock inside of you. Both of you moan at the feeling.

The sound of skin slapping and moans leaving your throat was overwhelming, she hisses as she sets the pace. Jenna death grips your waist, pushing your body in her dick. Your walls throb with anticipation as you feel another slap to your ass.

Tears fall in your eyes, your lips are bleeding from you biting them. You gasp as Jenna bites your nape, the pleasure doubling from her bite, as she fucks you against her mattress. "You're doing so well, Y/n..." Pushing her hips further in you, your arms give out and your face hits her pillows.

"Taking mommy in so well, princess..." Jenna reaches for your nape and pushes her hands, choking you from behind. Your eyes widen from the lack of oxygen, making you feel high, and dizzy. She pounds into you, fast and unsympathetic of her actions. Hitting all the right spots inside of you, you moan loud and good, showing off your incredible vocal cords.

You feel yourself tightening against her cock, your and walls clit convulsing at her cock touching your cervix. Jenna notices this and, "You wanna cum, baby?" Her tone was playful and filled with excitement, she fucks you deeper and faster as if it wasn't enough already.

She slams again and again, smiling at your state, head to the side struggling to breathe, your whines and throaty moans, but all though you were on the verge of passing out and overstimulating, you slam yourself against her cock desperate for your own release.

She holds your waist tighter and with a final slam, your body shakes violently as you feel an abnormal amount of liquid gushing out of you, squirting onto her mattress, Jenna looks down with pride.

She made you squirt, and she was more than fucking happy with it.

"Y/n?" You snapped back to reality as you heard Father Oano's voice, you randomly bucked your hips forward, making a sound.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" You hear Father Oano's voice again, you breathe heavily and nodded, as if he could see you.

"Y-yes! Yes, Father. I-I'm just getting a bit emotional..." You faked sniffing. You heard Father Oano hum, "Do not be ashamed of your sins, Y/n, for the Lord is merciful and he will show mercy to those who deserve it."

It has been hours, and you still found yourself getting fucked by Jenna, with multiple orgasms you've had, you were going in and out of consciousness as you felt her biting your neck.

"J-Jenna... Please, no more..." You whimper at her touch. Jenna didn't listen, instead, she slammed her lips onto yours, earning a moan from your mouth. The overstimulation was getting into you and you started crying in pain, you scratched Jenna's back, too lost in her pounding inside of you like there's no tomorrow.

Your pelvic sore from the prologue of your legs over her shoulders and she slams deeper. "I'm not done with you, Mon cher" With each thrust you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, Jenna stops kissing you and goes down to your tits, sucking, biting and squishing your nipples.

"You don't know how many times I've touched myself without you, baby. Those 3 months were too long for me not being able to touch you..." Jenna looks at you, her hair sticking to her skin, as she pants.

"Now that you're here with me..." She takes her dick out, "I can fuck you whenever I want to..." She slams it inside of you again. You throw your head back with an uncomfortable look on your face, tears rolling down your face, and you can't help but moan.

"Open your mouth, Y/n. I have a present for you, for being so good to our Lord and Savior...." You look at Jenna and all you could see was lust in them, you opened your mouth and Jenna gathered her saliva, and spit inside of your lips.

Her spit made direct contact with the back of your throat, making you choke, but as you were about to cough it out, Jenna grabs your neck and presses down.

You tried stopping her choking you, but your hands were bound. Jenna grabs both of your legs and throws them over her shoulders again as they are slowly falling down the mattress. She rolls her hips at a certain angle, and your eyes roll over your head.

Mouth agape, Jenna spits inside again. Your stomach turns as your orgasm comes crashing down, you felt yourself cumming but a warm liquid coming out of your clit was too embarrassing to not notice.

Jenna slowly removes her strap and kisses your forehead, "You're alright, Y/n." She lays both of your legs down on the bed, and you whimper from the pain. Jenna caresses your face and wipes your tears away.

"Close your eyes and sleep, I'll take care of you, princess." You slowly open your eyes and see Jenna softly smile at you and you smile back. "Jenna..." You whisper, she hums and kisses your temple. "Yes, baby?"

"I love you."

And you black out from exhaustion, Jenna smiles widely and looks at you lovingly.

"I love you too, Y/n."

"Forgive me Father, for I was fucked by Father Ortega last night," You mumbled to yourself. "I can't quite catch you, Y/n." Father Oano said, "Forgive me Father, for I squirted so hard for her.." You mumbled again.

"I'm gonna need you to speak up a bit louder for our Lord to hear them." Father Oano's voice was calm and understanding.

You feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, your panties drenched with wetness. You held out a moan, and started panting faintly. Your head was spinning and your legs started shaking, you felt yourself almost at your high as you finally said.

"Forgive me Father, for I have a vibrator up my cunt right now that Father Ortega placed this morning."

"What?"

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Between The Ropes.. a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley Fanfic.

Chapter 32: We reflect…

November 6th, 2024 2:42 PM

Joe stood outside the ICU door, his heart lodged in his throat, almost as if his body was resisting the moment. This wasn’t just about checking on Jey; it was deeper, heavier. Galina had taken Jeyce and Jaciyah with Takecia for the evening, giving Joe the moment of solitude he needed. This wasn’t about the bullshit of being the Tribal Chief or the Head of the Table—this was personal. This was about family, about brotherhood.

He tugged at his black hoodie, feeling the weight of the special item tucked in his pocket. His hands, usually so steady, trembled slightly. The emotions swirled inside him—guilt, sorrow, fear—things he wasn’t used to letting out.

With a deep breath, Joe pushed open the door. The sterile scent of the hospital hit him, and his eyes landed on Jey, lying still in the hospital bed. Machines beeped softly, keeping a rhythm that felt so foreign to who Jey was—a man always full of life and energy. Now, he was silent, unmoving.

Joe hesitated for a second, his feet feeling like they were cemented to the ground. This was his cousin, his brother in so many ways, but seeing him like this… it shook something deep in him. Forcing himself to move, Joe made his way toward the empty chair beside Jey’s bed and sat down.

He sat in silence for a moment, eyes scanning Jey’s face, hoping for some sign—any sign—that Jey was still in there, fighting. The emotions he had tried to push down all day started to bubble up, and he realized he couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“You remember those late nights at your apartment?” Joe finally spoke, his voice low and rough. “When you were just starting in WWE? Man, you were always so eager, so hungry. I’d come by after my shift at that stupid fast food joint and we’d sit on your porch talking ‘bout everything. Dreams, family, how we were gonna take over the business. You always had that fire in you, Uce.”

Joe leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head down as he spoke.

“I never told you this, but… you were the one that made me believe this whole ‘Head of the Table’ thing could work. Not just because of the family, but because you showed me what it really meant to lead. You showed me what loyalty looked like.”

He chuckled lightly, but it was tinged with bitterness. “You remember when we had that first rivalry? Man, that was tough. I didn’t want to be the one breaking you down, didn’t want to be the heel in that story. But I did it because I knew you’d rise. I wanted you to shine, Uce. I wanted the whole world to see what I already knew—you were destined for this.”

Joe paused, staring at his cousin’s still face. The memories hit harder than he expected—those early days, the sacrifices they’d both made. He wanted to shake Jey awake, to tell him how much he believed in him, how much they all needed him to pull through.

With a heavy sigh, Joe finally reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out the item he’d been holding onto. The Ula Fala—a symbol of their Samoan heritage, and a piece of their legacy. It was the same one Joe’s father had placed on him after that brutal “I Quit” match at Hell in a Cell, the match that had solidified Joe’s role as the Head of the Table. But in Joe’s mind, this wasn’t really his—it belonged to Jey.

“You remember this?” Joe said softly, holding up the necklace, the red and black beads glinting in the dim hospital light. “This is yours, Uce. It always was.”

Joe’s hand shook as he leaned over Jey, gently placing the Ula Fala around his cousin’s neck. The weight of it, both symbolic and physical, seemed to hang in the air between them.

“You earned this,” Joe whispered. “Not me. You. I needed you to understand how much you mean to this family. To me.”

Joe sat back, his hands rubbing together as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He wasn’t used to being this vulnerable, but sitting here with Jey, he realized he didn’t care. This was his blood, his family, his brother in everything but name.

“I need you to wake up, Uce,” Joe said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I need you by my side again. We all do.”

The room fell silent again, save for the steady beeping of the machines. Joe sat back in the chair, his eyes never leaving Jey. This wasn’t about titles or the business anymore. This was about family, about the bond they shared long before the world knew them as Roman Reigns and Jey Uso.

Joe could only hope that, somehow, Jey could hear him—that somehow, those memories, those words, would pull him back from the edge.

As he sat in the quiet room, the weight of the Ula Fala on Jey’s chest felt like a promise. A promise that, no matter what happened, they would always be connected. Always be family.

Joe stayed there for a bit more, recounting memories and telling stories of the past, waiting for any sign that Jey was still fighting. And with each passing second, he prayed for his cousin to come back—to wake up and reclaim his place in their shared legacy.

3:11 PM

After Joe had left the room, Jon lingered just outside the ICU door, his hand absently rubbing his pant pocket where the small silver bracelet was tucked. He took a deep breath, his heart heavy with thoughts he hadn’t allowed himself to speak out loud since everything happened. Now, it was just him and Jey, and there were things Jon needed to say—things only Jey would understand.

Pushing the door open, Jon quietly stepped into the room. The soft beeping of machines was the only sound that filled the silence, a constant reminder of just how fragile everything was. Jon closed the door behind him, feeling the weight of the world resting on his shoulders as he walked over to the chair Joe had sat in earlier. He hesitated for a moment, then plopped down heavily, his body sinking into the seat like it had taken all his energy just to walk in.

His eyes drifted to the flowers and cards that were neatly arranged on the tray beside Jey’s bed. They were thoughtful gestures from friends, family, and fans, but Jon couldn’t bring himself to care about them. What good were flowers when his brother was fighting for his life? What good were cards filled with hopeful messages when Jey wasn’t even awake to read them?

Jon swallowed hard, the words he needed to say catching in his throat. He reached out and gently touched one of the flower petals, his fingers trembling slightly as he did.

“Jey…” Jon began, his voice low and raw. “I don’t regret any of this. I don’t regret Rhea, not in any way, shape, or form.”

The truth of his words hit him like a punch to the gut, and before he could stop it, a tear slipped down his cheek. He tried to hold it together, but the weight of everything—the guilt, the fear, the helplessness—was too much to bear.

“If she wasn’t in the picture, maybe none of this would’ve happened,” Jon choked out, his voice breaking as he finally gave in to the tears that had been threatening to spill over for awhile now . “Maybe… maybe you wouldn’t be lying here right now.”

Jon wiped at his face, but the tears wouldn’t stop. His chest tightened as sobs started to escape, and for the first time in years, Jon let himself break down completely. He stood up, pacing to the other side of the room, his emotions spiraling out of control as he looked at the flowers and the cards, symbols of hope that suddenly felt so hollow.

“Why do you always gotta play the hero, Jey?” Jon shouted through his sobs, his voice shaking with emotion. He turned back to Jey, his eyes pleading. “Why? Why can’t you just let someone else take the hit? Why do you always have to be the one to sacrifice?”

Jon dropped back into the chair, his hands covering his face as the sobs racked his body. He had been strong for too long, carrying the burden of being the responsible one, the one everyone leaned on. But now, he was tired. He couldn’t carry it all anymore.

“I need you to stop, bro,” Jon said, his voice barely a whisper as he looked at Jey’s motionless form. “When you wake up—and you are gonna wake up—I need you to stop being Jey Uso.��

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he spoke to his twin, his other half. “I need you to be Joshua Fatu. Just you, man. Just my brother.”

Jon reached into his pocket and pulled out the small silver bracelet, his fingers brushing over the smooth surface as he held it in his palm. “Remember this?” Jon asked softly, his voice cracking again. “This was the first piece of jewelry I ever bought with my first WWE paycheck. You laughed at me for getting something so simple, but I wanted you to have it.”

Jon stood up and gently took Jey’s wrist, his movements careful as he slid the bracelet on, next to the permanent matching bracelet Jey shared with Rhea. The two bracelets clinked softly against each other, a small sound that echoed in the quiet room.

Jon stepped back and admired the way the dainty silver bracelet looked next to the ula fala Joe had placed on Jey earlier. The items felt like anchors—physical symbols of the love and history that tied them all together, even in this moment of uncertainty.

“When you wake up,” Jon whispered, his voice filled with determination, “I’ll be here. I’ll always be here to protect you. Because that’s what a big brother does.”

Jon sat back down, the weight of his words settling over him like a heavy blanket. He reached out and placed his hand on Jey’s, squeezing it gently as if willing his brother to respond, to give him a sign that he was still there, still fighting.

“I got you, Uce,” Jon said, his voice steady now. “Just wake up.”

4:38 PM

As Jon exited the hospital room, Joseph stood outside the door, his heart pounding. He had been delaying this moment, allowing everyone else to visit Jey first, thinking perhaps it would become easier as the hours dragged on. But now, it was time. Their father, Solofa, had insisted that Joseph needed to talk to his brother, and he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread building in his chest.

Taking a deep breath, Joseph walked into the dimly lit room, his footsteps echoing softly against the sterile tile. The sight of Jey, lying motionless in the hospital bed, struck him like a physical blow. The beeping of the machines felt louder than ever, a constant reminder of how fragile life was. He paused, swallowing hard as he felt the weight of the moment settle heavily on his shoulders.

Joseph sat down in the chair that had been pulled up to the side of the bed. He felt lost for words, truthfully not knowing it would hurt this much to see his brother like this. The gravity of the situation bore down on him, and he could feel the tears threatening to spill over.

“Jey,” he began, his voice shaking slightly. “Remember when you said you wanted me to finish college before I got into wrestling? Well, look at me now.” A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he glanced at Jey, whose face was eerily still. “I’m the only one with a college degree, and I probably paid my student loans quicker than anyone else in the entire country.”

He paused, trying to gauge if Jey could hear him, if he could somehow feel the sincerity in Joseph’s words. “You always told me to work hard, to provide for my wife and kids. Look where that got me… I’m missing work to be here with you.”

As he spoke, the emotions he had kept bottled up for so long began to spill over. The tears streamed down his face, and he couldn’t hold them back any longer. “When Dad told me he was disowning you… I was devastated, Jey. I didn’t want that. When I found out why, I couldn’t believe it. But then I remembered what you told me—you can’t help who you fall in love with.”

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to regain his composure, but the sobs came unbidden. “I know you and Rhea… it’s complicated. But I wouldn’t have Almia if I hadn’t taken your advice. You always said to follow my heart, and I did. And I’m so grateful for that.”

Clearing his throat, Joseph took a deep breath, focusing on the love he felt for his brother. “I’m not going to bash Rhea. I just… everything hurts, seeing you like this.” His voice cracked, the pain evident in every word. “When you wake up, you need to be the best middle brother again. I used to call you that when we were kids, remember? The best middle brother. I miss you, Jey. I need you back.”

With a gentle kiss to Jey’s forehead, Joseph let the warmth linger before reluctantly pulling away. He stood up, giving one last look at his brother before stepping out of the room. The weight of everything—guilt, love, and fear—settled heavily on him as he made his way through the hospital corridors, his heart aching with every step.

When he finally reached the parking lot, Joseph climbed into his rental car, staring blankly at the hospital that loomed before him. He sat there for a moment, the silence enveloping him, and then the dam broke.

Joseph buried his face in his hands and let the tears flow freely, the sobs shaking his entire body. It wasn’t just Jey who was hurting; it was the entire family. The bond they shared felt stretched thin, and the uncertainty of Jey’s future made everything feel impossibly heavy.

He sat in the car, letting the cries escape him, hoping that somehow, somewhere, Jey could hear him. “Please, just come back,” he whispered into the emptiness. “Please.”

5:41 PM

Solofa walked through the halls of the hospital, his heart heavy with a mix of hope and despair. He had witnessed many battles in the ring, but nothing could prepare him for the fight his son, Jey, was currently facing. With each step, he replayed the thoughts racing through his mind, aware that he had a lot to say but unsure if he could articulate it all.

He paused at the door to Jey’s room, taking a deep breath before opening it. The sight of Jey lying still in the hospital bed filled him with a familiar ache. He took the seat next to his son, the weight of fatherhood pressing heavily on him. Pulling out a Kit Kat from his pocket, he contemplated the irony of choosing chocolate—something he had never cared for—especially since Snickers was Jey’s favorite.

As he sat there, he thought back to the unexpected gift basket he had received just a few weeks earlier. He had never anticipated that the woman who had so recently entered their lives would do something so thoughtful. Solofa unwrapped the Kit Kat, taking a bite and letting the chocolate melt in his mouth.

“I didn’t tell you what your fiancée did,” he said, his voice strained. He stared at Jey, wishing for a response. But all he had was silence.

He began to recount the story, allowing the memory to wash over him. “I was standing on the beach at my old house when I received this gift basket. Inside was a bag of mini Kit Kats, a murder mystery book, a variety sampler of coffee, a pair of socks, and a definitive history edition of pro wrestling.” Solofa could still picture the card that had accompanied the basket, and he retrieved it from his pocket to read it aloud.

“‘Dear Mr. Fatu, I hope this custom gift basket arrived in time. I’m ordering this in September because I see that you and I share the same birthday! My fellow Libra! I included some things you might like and some things that we can share common ground on. Jey said you don’t like chocolate, but I know one thing: no one can resist a Kit Kat. It’s my favorite. I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I want you to know that your son and I are forever. It sounds stupid, and you probably don’t want to hear it, but I say what I believe is correct. I can’t thank you enough for the Haka you performed for me. I know it wasn’t hard to accept me as a future daughter-in-law, but I want you to know that I have much respect for you. I hope you can attend future holidays with me and Jey. If you like the Kit Kat, I recommend trying the Big Kit Kat bar. More wafers. With love, Demi aka Rhea.’”

Solofa couldn’t help but smile through his pain as he recalled the sincerity in Rhea’s words. She had reached out to him, a sign of her commitment not just to Jey but to their family. Before he knew it, he had finished the Kit Kat, a symbolic gesture of the sweetness that had entered their lives.

He turned to Jey, desperation creeping into his voice. “I need you to wake up, son. A parent is never supposed to bury their child. You’ve always been the strong one, the hero. But now, I need you to be my son again. You have so much ahead of you—Rhea, your kids… us. You can’t leave us like this. You have to fight.”

His voice cracked as the tears he had held back began to fall. “Please, Jey. Fight for all of us. We’re here for you. I’m here for you.” He reached out, resting a hand on Jey’s arm, feeling the warmth of his skin against his own. “You’ve always been my pride and joy. You’ve given me so much to be proud of. I can’t imagine a world without you in it.”

Solofa took a moment, gathering himself, trying to remain strong. “When you wake up, I promise to be the father you deserve. I’ll support you and Rhea, no matter what it takes. Just come back to us, son. We need you.”

With those final words, Solofa leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Jey’s forehead before sitting back in his chair, the hope in his heart battling against the fear that threatened to consume him. All he could do was wait and pray for the moment when Jey would finally open his eyes and come back to them.

8:26 PM

Jey sat on an empty beach, the sky above a soft gradient of blues and pinks as the day neared its end. The waves crashed violently against the shore, their rhythmic sound filling the air, yet somehow, he felt at peace. He gazed down at his traditional Samoan attire—the lavalava wrapped around his waist, his bare chest adorned with his tattoos symbolizing strength and family, and an all-white lei draped around his neck. It felt natural, like a piece of his soul was tied to this moment.

In his hand, he held a coconut, sipping the sweet water through a carved hole. The sun was warm, and the sand beneath him shifted slightly as he moved to get more comfortable. The world seemed perfect here. Untouched, serene.

A soft rustling beside him caught his attention. He looked over, and there was Rhea. Her belly was round, stretching the fabric of her beautiful, traditional Samoan dress, the puletasi. She wore a white sei, the flower tucked behind her ear as her dark hair flowed within the wind. Her dark hair had grown past her shoulders and it was now at her waist. She was glowing—her entire being radiated beauty and strength, a reflection of everything he loved about her.

She was practically about to pop, and Jey couldn’t help but smile. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, feeling the warmth of her love wash over him. As they pulled apart, Rhea let out a soft gasp, her hand instinctively moving to her belly.

“Are you okay?” Jey asked, concern flickering in his eyes as he leaned closer, his hand immediately finding its place on her stomach.

Rhea smiled through the discomfort, her eyes twinkling as she rubbed her belly. “Our son is kicking the hell out of me,” she chuckled, though it was clear the kicks were strong.

Jey grinned, leaning down to place a kiss on her belly. “Guess he’s getting a head start on his superkicks,” he joked, his voice full of pride.

The two of them shared a laugh, their bond as solid as the ground beneath their feet. In this moment, everything was as it should be. Jey’s heart swelled with love, and he turned to Rhea, his eyes softening as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the awe in his tone evident.

Rhea smiled, her hand caressing his face, the love she felt for him mirrored in her eyes. “You pursued me, remember?” she teased, her lips curving into a soft smirk.

Jey’s heart fluttered, recalling the early days of their relationship—how he couldn’t resist her, how he had fought to be with her despite the odds. She was his everything, the missing piece to his puzzle, and now they were about to start a family together. It felt too perfect, too good to be true.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Jey said with a grin. He placed his hand over hers on her belly, feeling the strong kicks of their son. “Our boy’s already a fighter, just like his mama.”

Rhea chuckled, but her eyes softened as she looked at him. “He’s got his daddy’s heart, though,” she whispered, her words carrying a depth of meaning.

Jey closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the moment—the waves, the warmth, the love surrounding him. It was everything he had ever wanted. But a nagging feeling tugged at the back of his mind, something he couldn’t quite place.

He looked back at Rhea, her form glowing against the backdrop of the setting sun, and for a moment, everything was perfect. But that nagging feeling wouldn’t go away, and as the waves continued to crash violently against the shore, Jey couldn’t help but wonder if this was truly real or if it was something else entirely.

Before he could linger on the thought, he felt Rhea’s hand tighten around his, grounding him. For now, he chose to stay in this moment, letting the warmth of her love and the promise of their future together anchor him to this dream-like reality.

“Do you want this to be real?”

Jey’s brow furrowed as Rhea’s question hung in the air. Her voice was soft but insistent, cutting through the peaceful sounds of the beach.

“Do you want this to be real?” she asked again, her eyes searching his, filled with a depth of emotion he couldn’t quite place.

Jey blinked, confused. He looked around at the serene beach, the crashing waves, and Rhea, glowing beside him with their unborn son. It was real, wasn’t it?

“What do you mean?” Jey asked, his voice uncertain as he glanced between her and the endless ocean. His grip on her hand tightened, suddenly feeling like he was holding on to something he didn’t want to lose. “This is real… isn’t it?”

Rhea’s smile faltered, her eyes softening as she placed her other hand over his. She leaned closer, her voice lowering, more serious. “Jey… you need to wake up.”

His heart skipped a beat, and he could feel something shift, a strange unease crawling under his skin. The beach didn’t feel quite as real anymore—the sky too perfect, the air too warm, the waves too rhythmic. He looked into Rhea’s eyes, and for the first time, he noticed a deep sadness in them.

“Wake up?” Jey repeated, confusion turning into a slight panic. “Rhea, I don’t understand. What’s happening?”

Rhea held his gaze, her expression pained yet gentle. “You need to wake up,” she repeated softly, her voice filled with both love and urgency.

Jey’s mind raced, trying to make sense of her words. This place—this perfect beach, this perfect moment—it was everything he’d ever wanted. But as the seconds ticked by, the lines between reality and dream began to blur.

His heart thudded in his chest as Rhea’s words sank in deeper. Something was wrong. Something wasn’t right.

He looked down at her, at their baby bump, at the white lei around his neck, and then back at her face. Slowly, realization began to dawn on him. This wasn’t real. This was something else—somewhere else.

“Rhea…,” Jey whispered, his voice trembling, “What’s happening? Where am I?”

Rhea’s hand caressed his cheek, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You’re with me right now, but you’re not here,” she said softly. “I need you to come back. I need you to wake up, Jey.”

Jey felt a lump form in his throat as the world around him began to shift—the colors fading, the waves slowing. Panic surged through him, and he held onto Rhea’s hand tighter, not wanting to let go.

“But… I don’t want to leave,” he said, his voice breaking. “I don’t want to lose this. I don’t want to lose you.”

Rhea smiled sadly, leaning in to press her forehead against his. “You won’t lose me,” she whispered. “But you have to wake up, Jey. You have to come back to me.”

The sound of the ocean grew distant, and Jey’s heart pounded harder. He wasn’t ready to leave. He wasn’t ready for this to end. But as Rhea’s words echoed in his mind, the truth became harder to ignore.

This wasn’t real.

The waves, the sand, the coconut in his hand—all of it was slipping away. And Rhea, the woman he loved, the mother of his child, was begging him to wake up.

Jey closed his eyes, his heart aching as he whispered back, “Okay… I’ll try.”

The last thing he felt was the warmth of Rhea’s hand on his cheek, and then, the world around him began to fade to black.

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merovingian-marvels · 2 years ago

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King’s Field Pendant

This magnificent pendant is the ultimate proof that the “Dark Ages” is an academic concept. Rather than Europe plummeting into darkness because of the “fall” of the Western Roman Empire, it’s more the lack of academic interest in the Early Middle Ages.

This Anglo-Saxon pendant was found on King’s Field (Kent) and is made of gold and garnet, but decorated extremely intricately with gabuchon, filigree and granulation. The garnet was used to form a triskele with round centre and ending in bird heads. At just 3,5 cm across, this was made by a master craftsman with materials from all over the known world.

The pendant might have been worn on a bit of string or rope, or it may have been worn as part of a glass beaded necklace. The pendant likely belonged to a woman.

The British museum, England

Museum nr. .1145.’70

Found in King’s Field - Kent, England

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major arcana looks: THE HANGED MAN | guo pei black ridged look (couture a/w 2o18), ann demeulemeester black rope halter top, maison margiela black cloth mask (a/w 1996), a.f. vandevorst silver multi-strand necklace with black rosary beads and silver crosses (a/w 2o16), filippo sorcinelli "né il giorno né l’ora" extrait de parfum, harlot hands "as promised" ring, undercover studded leather heels w/ removable chaps (s/s 2oo6), dilara findikoglu ankle chain detail (a/w 2o24), dalmata "the irma vep" hoop earring, puppets & puppets small leather spider bag in black

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Pearl of the Sea Chapter Twenty-Five

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Five: Freeing Calypso

Summary: It is time for the pirates to do as they promised and free Calypso.

“We’ll need to use the Black Pearl as a flagship to lead the attack,” said Elizabeth, helped onto the ship by Will. (Y/N) and Barbossa climbed up after.

(Y/N) was still frustrated at Jack being locked up, but they were privately determined to help him escape (and then let someone chew him out for his ridiculous plans. Maybe they should do that).

“Oh, will we now?” said Barbossa, grinning and waving a hand to the pirates. In his other hand, he twirled the piece of silver and beads that he had cut from Jack’s hair.

In front of them, several pulled ropes, and Tia Dalma was guided on deck. She was wrapped in ropes, unable to move freely, and the pirates were keeping their distance as much as possible.

“Alright, Mrs. Fish, come on,” said Pintel.

Tia Dalma’s gaze was dark, but she had her chin raised proudly.

(Y/N) moved towards her. “Why is she tied up? You shouldn’t treat her like that—”

Will grabbed (Y/N) and pulled them back, worried about what the goddess of the sea may do to the kid. Instead, though, Tia Dalma looked at (Y/N) with a fond glint in her gaze. Out of all the people present, (Y/N) had the most honest respect of her. She appreciated it.

“Barbossa, you can’t release her,” said Will, keeping his hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

Barbossa rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. Pirates raised their pistols and pointed at Will, who was still a traitor. Elizabeth saw the danger and pulled (Y/N) to her while Will stood stiff and still.

“We need to give Jack a chance,” said Elizabeth.

“He may be trying to play three sides at once, but he deserves a chance to escape the brig of the Dutchman,” said (Y/N). “And then we can let Calypso go free, but we need to give Jack a few minutes.”

They saw Tia Dalma as a person to respect and honor where the pirates saw a weapon. Tia Dalma knew that if (Y/N) asked to be given a few minutes, she’d acquiesce. They said “go free” not “release.” (Y/N) But no one was going to let them ask her—foolish pirates that they were—so she’d be releasing her strength as soon as she could.

“Apologies, laddie. Too long my fate has not been in me own hands,” said Barbossa. He grabbed the necklace around Elizabeth’s neck—Sao Feng’s “piece of eight.” “No longer.” He pulled it off.

Barbossa walked towards Ragetti, who held the bowl of seven pieces of eight. He dropped in Jack’s and Elizabeth’s. Tia Dalma stared at the bowl, feeling the magic radiating from it, the keys to her freedom.

“Be there some manner of rite or incantation?” said Gibbs.

“Aye,” said Barbossa. “The items brought together, done. Items to be burned—” Ragetti handed him a smoking stick and poured alcohol in the bowl. “—and someone must speak the words: ‘Calypso, I release you from your human bonds.’ ”

“That’s it?” said Pintel.

“’Tis said it must be spoken as if to one you love,” said Barbossa. He cleared his throat and raised the smoking staff. “Calypso! I release you from your human bonds!” He touched the smoking stick into the bowl, and the pieces of eight began to smolder.

Tia Dalma closed her eyes expectantly. A beat passed. Nothing happened. Everyone looked at one another in confusion, and Tia Dalma opened her eyes to give Barbossa a threatening glare.

“Is that it?” said Pintel.

“He didn’t say it correctly,” said (Y/N). All eyes went to them, but (Y/N) kept their gaze on Tia Dalma.

Her eyes had gone stormy as the pieces of eight smoldered before her, and (Y/N) could see the sea itself, feel its power in the air, and understand it was locked just beneath the surface of Tia Dalma’s human form.

(Y/N) pushed Elizabeth’s arm off them and stepped forward. “He didn’t say it right,” said (Y/N) again.

Tia Dalma smiled, and the magic in the air shifted. (Y/N) felt the itch under their skin grow, and as they moved closer, Tia Dalma’s eyes seemed to brighten. She stood straighter, and the stormy sea of her eyes tracked (Y/N)’s movements.

“Calypso,” said (Y/N), feeling the sea air around them and the rise and fall of the waves. The single word held more care and respect than any other utterance of the name before now. This was (Y/N) speaking it, the nereid, the child who loved the sea more than anything else. This was a Child of the Sea looking at the woman who encapsulated it. “I release you from your human bonds.”

Calypso’s eyes closed as the magic washed over her. The pieces of eight flamed to life, and everyone jumped back. The bowl floated in the air, and the fire burned within it, bright with magic. The pieces of eight turned to charred bits of dust, and the smoke spiraled up with a pale purple glow. Calypso breathed it in until there was none left.

When she breathed out, and the ropes fell from her body, unable to resist the power of the being standing within them. Calypso opened her eyes and looked at everyone. Her gaze ended on (Y/N).

“Child of the Sea,” said Calypso, raising a hand to touch (Y/N)’s cheek. “Thank you, my child.” She spoke quietly, the words carrying to (Y/N) like the tide.

(Y/N) felt the itch under their skin surge to the surface under Calypso’s touch, and they gasped at the feeling.

“Calypso,” said Will, nervous at how close the goddess was to (Y/N). “When the Brethren Court imprisoned you, who was it that told them how? Who was it that betrayed you?”

Calypso’s gaze sharpened as it went to Will. “Name him.”

“Davy Jones,” said Will.

Pain crossed Calypso’s gaze, and the hand on (Y/N)’s cheek trembled. The betrayal of the one who held her heart cut deeply. She had not known the extent of her loss.

“I’m sorry,” said (Y/N) quietly.

Calypso looked at (Y/N), and a smile appeared on her face through the heartbreak. “I shall make him sorry for his betrayal.”

(Y/N) swallowed at the dark tone. They knew Calypso was a goddess and would do as she pleased, but… “Jack, my…friend, he’s on the Dutchman. Will you-Will you spare him?”

Calypso gaze softened once more. “I am the sea. I face all with equal power.” She smiled. “But you, too, deserve your freedom. Take it and protect those who have earned your ferocity.” She kissed (Y/N)’s forehead. “Dear nereid, I release you from these human bonds.”

The itch beneath (Y/N)’s skin turned to a burn. It spread through them, and they gasped before letting out a cry. Calypso smoothed a hand over their cheek, (Y/N)’s eyes rolled into their head, and they collapsed into unconsciousness.

Many years ago…

“What’s this?”

A young (Y/N) was floating in the waves—or were they the waves? Both felt true—and heard voices around them.

“It’s the Caribbean.”

(Y/N) tried to move, but their consciousness felt too dispersed. It was easier to just feel the minds around them—separate from their own but very similar.

“I thought the Caribbean already had—”

“They died when the islands were conquered and the seas were no longer respected.”

“Ah.”

“Con…quered?” (Y/N) spoke, somehow. The word bubbled up from them and coasted with the current to the minds around them. The word felt dirty, and they were glad it was gone.

“They’re awakening.”

“I wonder why.”

(Y/N) was confused. Out of the seven fragments they’d heard, all the voices felt mixed together. It could be any number of beings around them. But they didn’t feel afraid. They felt at home.

“Awaken…?” Again, (Y/N) felt the word float into the water.

“A new nereid of the Caribbean,” mused one of the voices.

“But why? Calypso isn’t here, how are the waves coming alive?”

Calypso. The name felt important, powerful. (Y/N) knew Calypso meant something to who they were—what they were.

“The Caribbean must want to be free.”

“There must be quite the fighting spirit to create its own nereid.”

Nereid. That’s what I am. They knew it the moment the word came out.

“We should protect the Caribbean.”

“I agree. If enough magic has collected to bring it to life again, they need to be sheltered.”

“But how do we protect the Caribbean?”

“I’m…(Y/N).”

There was a pause in the conversation, but (Y/N) felt bubbles float up around them like laughs.

“If that is the name you choose, then so be it.”

“Then, (Y/N) must be sheltered.”

“How?”

“Bind them.”

“To humanity?”

“What a terrible fate.”

“You cannot be serious.”

“If they are separated from the Caribbean as much as possible, then its subjugation will not lead to another nereid’s death.”

“It feels cruel to remove them from it.”

“There are ways to return. As they grow stronger, so will the pull to the sea. They will find who they are.”

“And until then they are left empty of the magic they were born from?”

“Until then, they will be able to fight against being conquered in a way we cannot. And, then, one day, they will be able to fight for all the seas alongside it. They will be able to fight for freedom.”

(Y/N)’s eyes opened, and they sat up with a gasp. Their skin was on fire. Around them, the sea was still calm, and the wind was only a light breeze. As soon as they looked around, though, the wind picked up.

“(Y/N),” said Elizabeth in relief, helping them stand.

“You’re alright,” said Will in relief, watching from where he was restrained.

(Y/N) stood properly and raised their head. The sun filtering through the growing cloud-cover hit them, and the adults stared. The pirates gasped, whispered, and stumbled back. The more trusted adults of (Y/N)’s life stared with wide eyes at them.

Their skin had parted and now reflected a pearlescent shine. Across their cheeks, collarbone, and arms, scales peaked out from the skin. (Y/N) stared at the scales and ran a hand over them. The itch that had been present all their life—all their human life—was gone. The pearly, silvered scales had finally burst free, and with them (Y/N) had.

“(Y/N)…are you…alright?” said Will, now debating whether they were.

A smile spread across (Y/N)’s face. “I feel amazing.”

“A mermaid!”

“A siren!”

“Monster!”

“Witch!”

Several pirates grabbed for their weapons, afraid of the being who stood before them. After watching Calypso turn into crabs and pinch at them all before abandoning them in the sea, they didn’t want to take any more chances with magical beings.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes and ignored them. If they tried anything, (Y/N) could and would handle them. They instead faced their family.

“Where is Calypso?” said (Y/N).

“She became crabs and abandoned us,” said Will bitterly.

“Our only hope failed us,” said Barbossa.

“There is no such thing as a single hope,” said (Y/N). They looked at Elizabeth. “King. How would you have us act?”

Elizabeth raised her chin. “I would have us fight, Calypso or not.”

“At least someone here has spirit,” said (Y/N). “It’s what the Caribbean and all seas need.” They looked at all the pirates. “So, the question is, what are all of you going to have? Are you going to have cowardice in your hearts and let your deaths be steeped in shame?” The pirates’ gazes lowered. (Y/N) stepped onto the rail of the Black Pearl and held onto a rope. “Or are you going to make sure that when they write of our battle they know it was one of brave, free people fighting against tyranny?”

Elizabeth grinned and stepped up next to (Y/N). “The Brethren will be looking to us, the Black Pearl, to lead. They will see free men and freedom! And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons. They will hear the ring of our swords, and they will know what we can do. By the sweat of our brows and the strength of our backs and the courage of our hearts.” She looked at (Y/N).

They gazed out at the gathered group. The wind whipped around them, and storm clouds rolled in. The waves rolled around them and splashed up behind them. “Gentlemen,” said (Y/N). “Hoist the colors.”

Elizabeth nodded firmly. “Hoist the colors.”

“Hoist the colors!” said Will.

“Hoist the colors!” said Pintel.

“Aye,” said Gibbs. “The wind’s on our side, boys! That’s all we need.”

Everyone cheered and raised their weapons.

“Hoist the colors!” shouted Elizabeth to the other pirate ships, and the shout went up through the Brethren Court fleet.

The flags went up, and the sails came down. Roars and whoops and cheers were going through the pirate army, ready to face the British at any cost.

Barbossa, Will, Elizabeth, and (Y/N) stood at the helm of the Black Pearl. Together, they looked out over the sea towards the East India Trading Company.

Above them, a storm began to collect, the one that had started since (Y/N) awoke. Around them, the ships began to list as the waves grew. Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed. The wind picked up. (Y/N) tasted the salt on the air and grinned, the wildness caged within them finally in the world around them. The rain began to fall, and (Y/N) closed their eyes to let it fall across their scales, joyful at the water.

“Calypso’s not gone,” said (Y/N).

Elizabeth, Barbossa, and Will looked at them. (Y/N) turned away and stood on the rail of the Pearl. They faced the group and grinned.

“And we have everything we need,” they said.

“(Y/N)?” said Elizabeth.

(Y/N) tipped backwards and fell into the water below in a streak of silver scales.

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rxmqnova · 1 year ago

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Hi, how are you? Can you write Nat x Reader, where yn and her met and Nat gave her a necklace she made and then Yn decided to make one for Nat too, but you know they took Nat to the red room, yn always missed nat, even kept the necklace and made it a rope bracelet or something because it was getting smaller for her to wear it.

For Nat, she made something similar and always was looking at people because she thought there was a possibility that her friend did the same as her.

So one day, yn was working at a café and Nat went there to have a coffee and she told her order, she saw the bracelet and ask her about it, and then they were crying for finally find each other again

The necklace

Y/N: 9/23 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Y/N!" Natasha whisper calls, making her friend turn around.

Y/N and Natasha have been best friends ever since Natasha and her family moved right to the next house.

Natasha knows this will have to end one day, but deep down she hopes it won't. Her friendship with Y/N is one of the few real things in her life and it gives her hope that maybe one day she'll be living a normal life.

"Hey, Nat" Y/N smiles after spotting her best friend, jumping off of the swing and walking closer to Natasha.

"I have something for you. Close your eyes and give me your hand" Natasha smiles on which Y/N furrows her brows but does as her best friend said.

"It's not a spider, right?" Y/N asks, making Natasha let out a chuckle.

"No, it's not a spider" The blue haired girl assures, placing a necklace she made into Y/N's palm on which the younger girl opens her eyes immediately. "I made you a necklace" Natasha says, nervously watching Y/N's reaction.

"It's so pretty! I love it!" Y/N smiles widely which makes Natasha relax and return the smile. "Thank you! Can you help me to put it on?"

"Sure… Y/N, I want you to know that you'll be my best friend forever. No matter if we live right next to each other or on the other side of the world" Natasha tells her best friend honestly, but before Y/N can respond, Melina interrupts their conversation.

"Natalia! Dinner!" Melina calls from the other garden.

"Okay, I gotta go. See you later" Natasha smiles, giving Y/N a quick hug before disappearing.

Y/N smiles, placing her hand on the necklace before getting an idea. She rushes home and straight to her room, immediately searching through her drawers to find some beads.

Once the beads are found, the young girl immediately gets into making a necklace for Natasha. Just like for the older girl, this friendship means everything to Y/N.

The necklace making gets interrupted when Y/N's mom calls the girl for dinner. She wants to give Natasha the necklace today though, so they could match tomorrow, so she eats the dinner as quickly as possible and rushes to finish the necklace.

Luckily, it's not that late when Y/N finishes making the necklace and with a huge smile on her face she walks to the next house where Natasha lives.

Her eyes widen though when she finds there a few police cars. She walks to the first police officer, worried something happened to her best friend.

"What happened? Is Natalia okay?" The girl asks, her eyes filling with tears when the police officer tells her they most definitely won't come back…

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14 years later…

Ever since the day Y/N lost her best friend, the now adult has never made a single step without having the necklace she made for Natasha in her pocket or bag.

The necklace Natasha made for her has turned into bracelet over the years, but that doesn't change the fact it's Y/N's favorite piece of jewelry she owns. Y/N still hopes that one day she'll have the opportunity to give her best friend the necklace she made for her.

Y/N has been living in New York for a few years already. She moved here for university, but that has never stopped her in finding her friend. Wherever she goes, she looks on people and hopes Natasha does the same, that maybe one day they could find each other that way.

The girl sighs, checking up the time on her watch. She's nearly done with her shift at a café where she works. It's been such a long day with so many annoying customers. She just can't wait to go back to her apartment and straight to bed.

"What can I get you?" Y/N asks without lifting her eyes to look at the customer, worried it'll be someone rude again.

"Black coffee, please" The woman answers politely which makes Y/N relax a little bit.

"Mhm. Anything else?" Y/N questions, looking up at the women after a few seconds of no answer. "Are you okay?" She asks the woman who seems to be deep in thoughts.

"I. Hm. Y-Yeah. Sorry, I just… Where did you get that bracelet?" The redhead asks, staring at the piece of jewelry wrapped around Y/N's wrist.

"… Nat?" Y/N questions, her voice full of hope.

"Y/N, I… is that you?" Natasha asks shocked, not believing her own eyes.

"I've missed you so much" The younger girl admits, tears already filling her eyes.

"I've missed you too" Natasha says honestly, tears also forming in her eyes.

"I-I have something for you" Y/N remembers and walks to Natasha. "Close your eyes and give me your hand" She repeats the words Natasha told her a while ago, tears escaping both girls' eyes.

"It's not a spider, right?" The redhead plays along, making Y/N chuckle.

As the necklace is now way too small to actually be a necklace, Y/N wraps it around Natasha's wrist just like she wears hers now. The redhead smiles in response when she opens her eyes.

"I made it right after you gave me mine. I went to give it to you that evening, but you were gone… Please don't do that ever again" The younger girl sobs out, wrapping her arms around Natasha and hugging her tightly.

It takes a moment for Natasha until she wraps her arms around the crying younger girl. It's been a few years since she hugged someone. Actually, beside her sister Yelena, the last person she hugged was her best friend 14 years ago, so it's understandable that it caught her off guard when Y/N pulled her in for a hug.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N. I won't leave you again, I promise" Natasha whispers, tears running down her cheeks.

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Heyy, I'm good :)) Thanks for asking <3 How are you all? <33

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princessgiggles333 · 1 year ago

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RonToto investigating a home burglary but the victims are a married couple with 3 three daughters. Toto gets roped into princess tea time with them somehow, and all that runs through Ron’s head while staring at the beautiful sight that is Toto in a tiara and numerous beaded necklaces is “Gonna clear my name. Gonna make it through this. Gonna build a home with that man right there.” All before he can even deduce WHY seeing this level of wholesome and familial domesticity from his (work) partner makes him soooo damn happy

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predalien · 1 year ago

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Not so much of an ask but it can be;

The human mate of a yautja turns out to be quite the pup magnet with the amount of mom/cool aunt vibes she gives off. The little shits, albeit adorable, are always messing with her hair, the babies (who are born blind, something she learned during her time at the village with the mothers) that some of the mothers in the clan allow her to hold like to pat her cheeks and mouth and click and chirp in confusion when they can’t find her mandibles (they probably think she’s deformed and ugly as sun lol), and the older like to play fight her and she always gives them one of her braided bracelets or beaded necklaces but that only encourages the others.

Back on earth, she was a gymnast and did aerial silk rope dancing, something that really hasn’t changed since meeting her mate and coming to Yautja Prime as she still practices. Some of the mothers of the clan have taken noticed and even asked her to teach their pups, which she wholeheartedly accepted.

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In Defence of Portgas D Ace (if it's not too late) :

First of all, about the Scorched Pussy Concerns. Skill issue. Just use haki. Additionally, tell me this man would not be into some bondage with sea stone ropes and/or handcuffs. Lastly, he has impeccable control of his devil fruit, and has had it for several years now.

Now that that is out of the way, the freckles, the abs, the stoner vibes, he's a sopping wet cat, the biceps, the dagger, the elbow pad, the tattoos, the hair, the orange cowboy hat, the beaded necklace, his design is perfect. He's Luffy's mysterious older brother. He's polite. He'll light your cigarette for you and make doe eyes in the galley. He rolled up to Wano, threatened a Yonko, saved a child, and rizzed up the Yonko's 8'8 son. He infiltrated a marine base to help a milkmaid.

Also, he has amazing stamina, having fought Jinbei for 5 days straight. He picked up and carried 7'3 heavy set women at age 10.

He's kind, charismatic, pathetic, suicidal, touch-starved, sexy, chivalrous, hot-headed, polite, loyal, honorable, loves his mom and little brother, and his favorite food is ghost pepper spaghetti.

Sincerely, an asexual lesbian who is not normal about this man.

Example number what number I am on again? Of reasons why I think One Piece is the thirstiest fandom

For context, this ask is in response to this post and maybe this post too

#defend your blurbo response #portgas d ace #one piece #spicy #nsft

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alexa-fika · 6 months ago

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Rayleigh letting child dokusha brain his hair (ofc shaky is encouraging)

Shanks picking up the beads from ace's necklace during the paramount war. To give to luffy one day

Marco being a huge animal lover and owning a pet on the Moby Dick

Luffy being a platonic icon, bro is always hugging and cuddling at night with the crew I just know it

Can you imagine the crew going to izo like "...izou...I damaged my outfit during the fight" :( and izou just sewing then up for the crew. OMG DO YOU THINK IZOU DESIGNED WHITEBEARDS COAT

I can imagine izou being the main reason the crew isn't rotten and dirty like he set up a shower and bath schedule and is very strict on it.

Thatch working everyone's dislikes and allergies to provide them all food the enjoy.

Shanks constantly annoying the whitebeard pirates.. like all the time just using the den den mushi to call and say "we should have a drinking contest shirohege-" (they hang up)

The nurses recruiting marco to force treatment on whitebeard.

Whitebeard knowing he doesn't have all that long left so he goes out of his way to actually do fun things with his sons

You standing on point, not only would rayleigh showoff his hairdo with pride but with reason because he would be rocking it. Wether It’s young Rayleigh or older rayleigh they both have enough hair to be braided and they would look great, though his pride definetly helps it look better.

Again this if Ace had died, I think Shanks would have picked the beads but I can see two scenarios happening. Either like you said he would keep them so he can give them to Luffy on their long awaited meeting or he would give them to Marco before they parted ways. Or he can do both by splitting the beads and keeping half and then passing the other half to Marco.

Marco takes care of Stefan more than anyone else, you can always see the pupper falling after the first mate.

Omg yes, and even Zoro who would act annoyed either really is annoyed with it but lets it happen or he secretly enjoys it, depends on his mood. Chopper of course is the best option since the reindeer is the same way, always seeking that contact with people.

He designed Whitebeards coat, after he ‘forgave’ him for what he did to Oden, and making his master dangle on a rope for three days, I reckon he would take one look at whitebeard and be like ‘if i’m going to be here you got to atleast look presentable’ (same for the rest of the crew) plus this is also his way of apologizing for the way he had acted before. After that he has unoficially become the tailor of the ship, a lot of the crew is quite fond of their wardrobe and would not like to part with it hence why Izou’s abilities are so appreciated. Call it a trade of sorts, he does this for them but they must look presentable before they ask for his help or they will be rejected so you know if someone is clean it’s because they tore some clothing and need Izou to fix it.

Oh for sure, this is canon im pretty sure. We know he catered to Whitebeard and cooked special meals for him to help his condition. ( I think this was cannon, correct me if I ‘m wrong). So it’s not far fetched to say that this extends to the rest of the crew as well

I can see shanks calling Marco for drinking competitions to try to recruit him further, he never gives up on trying to get him to join his crew. When the nurses and Marco withold all alcohol from Whitebeard, he answers the phone and agrees just to have acess to alcohol aagain.

While on that topic, we know whitebeard is stubborn as a mule, sulking when he loses something or thing’s don’t go his way (like when Oden went with Roger) sometimes that stubborness is too much for the nurses to handle and they need to bring in an expert. Just the son scolding the father, whitebeard ends up sulking by the end of the conversation

Even before he got his diagnosis I think he would go this route. I mean all his life he had dreamed of having his own family and for a long while he was alone or surrounded by a crew with basically opposing views to his own where everyone was on their own so when he finally got just that he tried to be as involved as he could.

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accio-victuuri · 1 year ago

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once upon a time, we were all going 👀 over ZZ’s hidden necklace and the alleged ring tied to it. then after that — nothing. it went unsolved. now, people have noticed him wearing what seems to be a necklace, but the string of it looks more like a rope.

2020 2023

while i do understand the speculation of some that this may be his version of “bone necklace” and how it may be holding the ever so elusive bjyx promise ring lol — my personal deduction is that it’s not. yeah, it would be wonderful if it was and i don’t think we will ever know but to me there is a more rational explanation, knowing what type of “jewelry” XZ sports during his personal time. when he’s not wearing gucci or other really esspensive pieces at events, the regular person XZ prefers his jewelry to be more meaningful.

( photo source showing times it was worn & visible )

Everyone knows his red rope, given to him by his mom for good luck when it was his zodiac birth year, and he’s always been wearing it. he said, “my mom gave it to me, i have to keep wearing it.” Then another more recent one is the beaded bracelet, which from what i can remember is also for protection. something that you can blessed at a temple.

A popular guess is what’s tied to it is a jade. So it’s a jade necklace. What’s the meaning? I found this helpful article to support this speculation. It just makes more sense and more “on brand” for ZZ to wear it because of this reason:

Whether someone gave it to him or if he picked it up on one of his travels, we don’t know. but a “gentleman like jade” is so him. it’s the kind of person he tries to embody.

Anciently, superior men found the likeness of all excellent qualities in jade. Soft smooth and glossy, it appeared to them like benevolence.

Fine, compact, and strong—like intelligence.

Angular, but not sharp and cutting—like righteousness.

Hanging down (in beads) as if it would fall to the ground like (the humility of) propriety.

When struck, yielding a note, clear and prolonged, yet terminating abruptly—like music.

Its flaws not concealing its beauty, nor its beauty concealing its flaws—like loyalty.

With an internal radiance issuing from it on every side—like good faith.

Bright as a brilliant rainbow—like heaven.

Exquisite and mysterious, appearing in the hills and streams—like the earth.

Standing out conspicuous in the symbols of rank—like virtue.

Esteemed by all under the sky—like the path of truth and duty.

( Confucius ; Book of Rites )

The times we have seen him wear it, his clothes were too loose to make out if there was pendant shaped thing. However, the recent photo shoot appears to give us a better view.

For comparison, p1 is the composition. that rope like string and a jade pendant. his is surely not that big, but you get the point. p2, it may just be a crease of his clothes but it’s a good approximate of a “pendant”.

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #my fixation with their jewelry is unhealthy — i know

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abbofff · 8 months ago

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Fighting the pretty girl

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Annabeth guided me to Cabin 11. She said its counselor would set aside a place for me to sleep in the crowded cabin.

The cabin looked relatively normal compared to the other extravagant cabins, the only thing that differentiated it from a normal mortal cabin was the caduceus on the door, a sign of the messenger god.

My guide opened the door and I saw many children in many bunk beds. The cabin must have some charm on it because seen from the outside, the cabin is not that big.

All the children looked at me, some with looks of curiosity and others of annoyance.

- Luke! - Annabeth called.

I saw an older, sand colored skin, dark-haired boy with a scar on the right side of his face stop talking to a Latino boy and look at us. His jaw clenched and his breath hitched for a moment, but he recomposed and smirked at our direction.

- Oh hi! Sorry, capture the flag is going to be soon and we won't remain undefeated if we don't plan something. Right, Annabeth? -

- Don't worry, Athena always has a plan. This is Ada, a newcomer. Ada, this is Luke, Hermes's cabin counselor. - she placed a hand on my right shoulder.

I smiled politely at Luke as I raised my left hand as a wave.

- Hi, Annabeth told me about you. Could you show me my spot, please? -

- All good things I hope. Follow me, I'll get you settled. -

He guided me to the left end of the cabin. Even the bunk beds there were occupied.

Luke opened a closet that was on the middle and pulled out a sleeping bag.

- We are kind of very full, but there's always space for one more. -

He placed the sleeping bag on the floor.

- Don't worry, it's temporary. I'll try to find you something nicer. - Luke smirked and patted my right elbow.

- It's fine. Thanks for the help. I just wanted to leave my backpack and see the rest of the camp with Annabeth. - I gave him a weak smile.

He looked over my shoulder to the Athena's girl with an eyebrow raised.

- Hey little sis, are you trying to steal my job now? Showing the ropes it's kinda my thing. -

- Oh please, you bore people to death with all your pep talks. -

I almost laughed as I stuffed my backpack into my sleeping bag. I wasn't going to leave it out in the open in the god of thieves' cabin.

Luke clutched his pearls and gasped.

- For your information, people say I'm the perfect big brother. Thank you very much. You go finish the guide but bring her back before dinner, I'm still her counselor and I still have many pep talks to give. - He winked at me and went back to the wavy haired boy.

- You ready? - Annabeth asked me.

- Let's go. - I smiled at her as we exited the cabin.

We spent a couple of hours talking as we walked across the camp.

It was easy talking with Annabeth, she would let out a cool fact about the buildings which would spark a conversation about a totally different topic.

She offered to try out the climbing wall together and I agreed. To say it was difficult was a lie, it was VERY difficult. The lava and the slippery steps made a challenging duo, and yet Annabeth seemed to be climbing it in some kind of pattern that I couldn't see.

After 2 hours or so, Annabeth was waiting for me on the ground.

I was covered in sweat but Annabeth seemed barely bothered.

She cleaned the palms of her hands in her cargo pants, and I did the same.

- You get used to it with some tries. - She laughed.

- Yeah, I sure hope so. How long have you been here anyway? -

She smiled and reached for her necklace.

- Five years, a bead for each one. They give it at the end of the summer and it symbolizes the most important event of it. -

- And the ring? - I asked.

- It's my dad's. - She gently grabbed it and gave it a melancholic look.

I decided to not push the subject and try to talk about anything else.

- So the Demeter's kids were so thrilled about a new pine tree that they put it on a bead? - I let out a soft giggle.

I fucked up. I realized it when her face resembled a kicked puppy.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... -

- It's fine, I haven't told you till now. - She interrupted me.

She turned to the tree that was alone in the distance and let out a heavy sigh.

- I came to camp with Luke, a satyr protector and another demigod. Her name was Thalia. We were reaching the camp borders but there were too many monsters following us. She stayed back, trying to hold them off so at least we could make it. In the end her father, Zeus, turned her into a pine tree to save her. - Her voice was slowly breaking and I gave her a side hug.

- She met a hero's fate. - I tried to make it sound noble, the best end anyone could hope for. But heroes only have tragic endings. Even Heracles and Achilles died screaming.

Her eyes were watery but she wore a weak and nostalgic smile.

- The borders were expanded thanks to her. She saved much more demigods than just Luke and me. -

- Oh, she's so badass -

I'm glad she finally laughed sincerely.

- Yeah, she is - Her smile had not faded.

We stayed there for a few more seconds, just staring at the tree that once was a girl. Then Annabeth linked our arms and made me follow her as she started to walk.

- Come on or I will have to hear Luke's pep talks too. - Her eyes widened for a second.

- They are that bad? -

She just looked at me with her lips pursed.

- Oh God. - I prayed.

- So Luke and you are not blood related then? I know its a silly question but greek gods have messed up family trees. -

She gave me a look.

- No pun intended, sorry. -

- Thalia and us wandered on the streets for a long time before our satyr protector found us and guided us to camp. We lived through a lot together, he is family, you know? -

- Oh I know, have one of those rascals myself. He's name its Percy. Not my biological brother either, but he's the first person to understand me and really being there. -

Then I remembered the last thing he told me, he would come over to my place with blue pancakes. I wonder how he reacted when he got to my house and discovered what happened.

- Actually, is there any phone or something that I can use to talk to him? I really need it. -

My voice broke before I could control it.

Percy doesn't know the truth. He just knows that I was sent away, and I couldn't leave him to wonder if I was ever coming back.

Annabeth let go of my arm, she looked at me with pitiful eyes.

- Listen, Ada, the mortals are never accepting of our reality. Demigods attract monsters and it only gets worse when they find out who they are. You... - She spoke slowly and calmly, something that I wasn't capable of right now.

- I what? I'm better off in the freak camp? Listen Annabeth, my life just turned around less than 24 hours ago and the last thing I need is someone taking my decisions for me again. -

- It's dangerous for you both to stay in touch, trust me, I know that. - She said.

- But you don't know me nor him. We are not friends. -

I watched her step back with a troubled expression, a mix of anger and hurt.

I know that hurted her. It wasn't my intention, I really wanted to be friends with her but I couldn't bear what she was trying to say: I was going to lose Percy.

- Ada.. -

- I know how to get to the cabins by myself now, thank you Annabeth. -

I couldn't calm down. It would be better if I just went away for a while, I couldn't hurt her if I did.

I started walking fast and for what it seemed, I actually didn't know how to get to the cabins because I passed them by.

Now I was in the arena. I thought that nobody would be there because of the threatening cumulonimbus, but one person was there: Clarisse.

She was tearing apart a training dummy with a spear.

She seemed careless and brutal, but her attacks were the clear product of disciplined training. They were precise cuts and clean punctures. A beautiful thing to see, but in the training dummy, of course. I was surprised she hadn't realized I was there, so I decided to make my way back to the cabins before my bad mood and her bothering collided.

I wasn't lucky.

- Look who's here, the snarky bitch. -

Fuck.

- Hi again, it's Ada, by the way. Why don't you go back to look big and tough with Mr. Shreds over there and leave me the fuck alone? Thank you. -

I turned around and started to walk fast but I heard a cold laugh behind me. And I was turned around again by my shoulder and grabbed me by the collar fucking again too.

- Oh, no. You come here and you act like if you are actually worth something, someone has to put you in your place, tough girl. - Her mean giggles turned into threatening whispers.

That was hot, but this bitch is starting to get on my nerves.

- What is it? Not so tough without that smartass bitch backing you up? - She mocked in a pity tone, curling her lips down.

In a swift move, I rotated my torso, punched her hands away from me with my elbow and pushed her back.

- Don't you fucking dare talk about Annabeth like that! - I screamed.

She threw away the spear latched on her back and charged at me.

Her punches were identical as her cuts but I could feel her fists pushing the air as she moved and I was faster.

I landed a punch in her jaw that did absolutely nothing and then she hugged me by the hips and threw me into the ground with my head hitting hard leaving me dizzy for a moment.

She was on top of me and she punched my left eye. Clarisse rested her right palm on the ground to gain balance again but I took advantage of it and hit the inside of her elbow and punched her nose. I pushed her and stepped back.

- Girls! Cut it out! - a familiar voice called.

I turned around and saw Annabeth with Mr Brunner, who was on a horse.

Hold on a bloody minute, HE WAS THE FUCKING HORSE.

- Hello again, Adara. - Mr Brunner greeted.

- I was just teaching her how to wrestle, Chiron. No need to make a fuss, right newbie? - Clarisse gave me a bone chilling look.

- Right, it wasn't very effective because I kicked her butt tho. - My face hurts when I smile but it was damn worth it.

I saw Annabeth suppress a smile and my professor sighed deeply.

- Then I'm sure Clarisse and you will be effective in cleaning all the dishes tonight after dinner. Come on, Adara, you and I have a lot to talk. -

- Including why you're on top of half a horse? -

He gave me a unimpress look, so I went to his side across Annabeth and followed in silence.

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